trojan skins

anonymous asked:

can u sort the trojans into the hogwarts houses? (everyone says that the whole team is hufflepuff, do u agree? I can't decide if Jean is a Gryffindor or a slytherin rip) ty!

oooh. OOOOOH. can’t say i’ve really thought about it but, you know what:

  • alvarez: hufflepuff. soft-hearted, a little brash, sweet-natured with a short temper but an accepting sort. i mean, she took in jean right off the bat, and he’s a dick tbh. motherly. loyal. values forgiveness (even though she doesn’t express it well). very goddamn protective.
  • laila: ravenclaw. ruthless. pushes right up to the point where she knows she can go no further. a king-maker and a leader in one. technical, analytical, cares deeply for a small number of people. wants to be the best.
  • jeremy: gryffindor. brave, bright, reckless, and values bravery a great deal. incapable of divorcing himself from his emotions, and he feels everything intensely
  • jean: slytherin. intelligent, likes to win. the power behind the throne. concerned with the safety and wellbeing of a few rather than many. brave, but not the extent a gryffindor is - he isn’t reckless, never has been. a survivor.


alvarez: fight me

jean, from behind her: don’t you touch my sweet cinnamon bun if you ever want to see the light of day again

"I'm here to argue today that beauty actually is skin deep.

So I’ve done some research and I’ve learned that, it is.
When you get compliments from people who don’t ordinarily compliment you, when people look at you differently, packaging does matter.
I wasn’t pretty, then I was.
This is a world where “pretty” seems better somehow. Which is too bad, but it’s not debatable.
However, I also learned that if you get swept up by what you are on the outside you can lose who you are on the inside.
Even though it is easy to be fooled by the beauty of a trojan horse, its real power comes from the army within; intelligence, compassion, integrity, courage.
That army is the real you, no matter what you look like.
So even though beauty may be skin deep, beauty is nowhere near as important as the army inside.
And I’ll try not to forget that.“
-Isadora Smackle, Girl Meets World

Accidents Happen

Based on a true story…


“What time did you say you guys were coming back?”

“In about fifteen minutes, Amy,” Derek said into the phone as he parked outside the hospital, “See you soon.”

“You’re gonna be at least an hour or two,” Meredith pointed out as they got out and unbuckled the kids.

“I know,” he acknowledged.

“Then why did you tell her fifteen minutes?”

“Because I know the tone of voice my sister uses when she’s up to no good, Meredith. She wants to know if she has time to do the non-consensual thing she is going to do,” he told her, “Which means she’s either going to shoot up or invite Owen over. I do not want that man in my house.” His angered feelings towards Owen were still fresh from a few weeks ago and had not changed in intensity at all. They could barely consult on the same patient, far less stand in the same OR together.

She sighed and lifted Bailey out of his seat, “You can’t control every aspect of her life, Derek. She’s a big kid.”

“Well, I can try.”


“That was not fifteen minutes,” Amelia said as soon Derek came into the house with a sleeping Ryan in one arm and Zola clinging to his trousers. She was sitting at the kitchen island on a bar stool, finishing a bowl of cereal as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Sorry, there was an emergency,” he shrugged, putting that obnoxious smile on his face that she hated. She rolled her eyes and brushed him off, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of her.

“Bailey is alive and asleep,” she said sarcastically, “But you can check, in case you think I’m lying.”

“I have to pick Meredith up at the hospital later,” he said, ignoring her snarky comment.

“I can do that,” she said a bit too eagerly, adding quickly, “I have some paper work to take care of anyway, so I can do that while I’m waiting for her.” Derek looked suspiciously at his sister, his gut feeling telling him that paperwork wasn’t the real reason for her wanting to go to the hospital.

“Okay,” he reluctantly responded, “I’ll let you do that then.” She was up and out the door in 3 minutes.


When Owen got a call from Amelia, asking to meet a couple of blocks away from the dream house, he didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he turned the trailer upside down trying to find condoms and clean clothes to wear. He bolted through Derek’s backyard and towards the street. He hadn’t been this horny since he was 16.

“I have to buy condoms,” he breathlessly said as he threw his body into her car and closed the door behind him, “I couldn’t find any in my trailer.”

“Really?” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“Remind me why we’re going all the way to the hospital to do this? And why I can’t just drive and meet you there.”

“If you drive, Derek will see that your truck is missing and suspect something. I already told Derek that I was going to the hospital, so if he sees my car parked next to your trailer, our plan won’t work,” she explained as she put the car and drive, “Plus, I bought a new couch, for my office, which turns into a bed, and it needs a sexual christening.”

“A sexual christening?” Owen laughed, shaking his head.


As Owen walked into the small pharmacy/convenience store, he nodded at the cashier. To cover up the real reason he was here, he bought a bag of chips and made his way to the cashier. Normally, the condoms would be behind the clerk, but they weren’t, so he was forced to ask her if they had any condoms.

“By the pharmacist,” she said in the most disinterested voice. What store kept their condoms with their medication? He thanked her and made his way to the pharmacy at the back of the store.

“Hi,” Owen greeted the man, squinting to look at the various brands, “Can I get a pack of durex?” He pointed to the tiny pink package.

The pharmacist looked at the size of Owen’s hand, “That’s not gonna fit you.”

His face reddened at the comment and he immediately shoved his hand into his pocket, “What would you suggest, then?” The man stood up from his wheel chair and grabbed three boxes.

“We have XXL condoms, rough riders and Trojan bare skin,” he listed, dropping the boxes down one by one, “The Trojan one is almost like the real thing, so I hear.”

“I’ll take the Trojan, then,” Owen decided.


“What took you so long?” Amelia asked the second he got back into the car.

“I haven’t bought condoms in a very long time,” Owen confessed with a sheepish grin, “I tried to buy Durex, but then the guy said that wouldn’t fit me, so I got Trojan. I think you should continue to buy the condoms in this relationship. ”

“Well, he’s not lying,” she retorted. He scoffed.


“You walk in first,” Amelia said, handing her office key to Owen, “Make sure no one sees you when you go in.”


“I think an intern saw me,” Owen said the second Amelia entered the office.

“Doesn’t matter now,” she replied breathlessly.

“Why are you breathing so heavily?”

“Meredith almost saw me by the front desk; I had to bolt,” she explained, shrugging off her jacket, “Why aren’t you undressed already?” He watched as she took off her boots then pulled her jersey over her body, revealing a matte black bra. She paused to look at him.

“Oh right,” he remembered, pulling his feet out of his shoes and peeling out of his pants. He set the condoms down on a table next to the couch and was about to take off his polo, but the sight of her in only her bra and underwear distracted him. He grabbed her from behind her thighs and lifted her, their lips meeting instantly as her legs wrapped around his torso. He carried her to the couch, which had already been turned into the makeshift bed, and rested her down on it, grinding his pelvis into her. Her mouth opened to gasp and he took it as an opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. Already, she was grabbing onto the edges of his army green shirt and encouraging him to take it off. She wanted the skin-to-skin contact; she craved it. In one semi-fluid motion, Owen unclasped her bra and removed it before taking off his tee. While he pinched and teased one nipple, he sucked and bit the other, making her arch her body against him. Her primal need to feel pleasure, to feel friction, had her trying to grind her core against his erection while he had her pinned to the sofa.

“You’re wasting time wearing those boxers,” Amelia teased, instantly grabbing his attention. Owen looked up at her and smirked.

“I like wasting time,” he huskily announced, licking her from her sternum to the tip of her underwear.

“You like being a tease,” she corrected, squeezing her eyes shut as he licked her through her underwear. He hummed in agreement, pulling the fabric down her legs and discarding it in some unknown location of her office. She saw his member poking out from the opening in his boxers and saw the opportunity and grasped it, giving him a taste of his own medicine as she pumped her hand up and down. Her action had set him off and he couldn’t wait any longer. Grabbing the box of rubbers, he pulled one out and ripped it open, rolling it on in record time. He wrapped one hand around her back and flipped them over before lowering her onto his painful erection. This time, he gasped and a loud moan escaped his lips before she had a chance to cover his mouth.

“Someone’s going to hear you if you’re not quieter,” she warned, grinding her hips against him. She looked beneath them, watching the sheen of her juices coat the latex.

“I can’t help it,” he confessed, shutting his eyes and making a facial expression that resembled that of pain. He held onto her waist to stop her tantalisingly slow movements and started his own, quick pace, raising and lowering his hips as he thrusted in and out of her. She lowered her head and bit on one of his nipples. It was like she wanted the entire hospital to hear what she was doing to him.


The pharmacist was, in fact right; the condoms felt like the real thing. At one point, he could feel the heat from the friction of their sex.

“God, you’re so wet,” Owen moaned, making a mental note to never buy anything other brand except for Trojan. It was so close to the real thing, he almost forgot that he was wearing it. Too caught up in the sex, he didn’t notice when she looked down at his cock and froze.

“Owen,” Amelia said, pressing her hands against his chest to stop him, “Where’s the condom?”

“What?” he asked, the haze of pleasure clouding his thoughts. He looked down between them and didn’t see the ring of latex at the base. She lifted herself off of him and he grabbed his member, running his fingers along the entire length. He did it again, just to make sure, but mostly because he was still in shock.

There was silence as two pairs of blue eyes stared blankly at each other.

“Do you want me to…?” Owen dragged on, not sure how to ask her permission to search her insides for a missing condom.

“My fingers aren’t long enough,” she said. He took her answer as consent and slipped his fingers inside of her, feeling around for the latex.

“Sorry,” Owen apologised when he heard a soft moan come from her, “Not intentional.” He pulled the outstretched condom out of her and said, “And here I was, amazed at how raw this thing felt.”

“Now what?” she asked, sitting higher up, by his abs.

He tried to ignore her wetness on his lower torso as he replied, “Plan B?”

“Yeah, okay,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

“So…raw?” he suggested with a sly smile and slightly narrowed eyes.

“May I remind you that your penis is vulnerable and out in the open for me to punch,” she threatened, slipping off of him.


“Hi,” Owen once again greeted the pharmacist, “Can I get a card of morning after pills?”

“There’s only one or two in a box,” the pharmacist replied, grabbing a common used brand from the shelf, “When did the accident happen?”

He laughed at first, but the pharmacist remained with a straight face, so he answered, “Maybe a little under a half hour ago.”

“Take one now and one twelve hours from then,” the man instructed, “You know, birth control doesn’t slip like condoms.”

“Thank you,” Owen told the man, hurrying to the register before he could make a bigger fool of himself.

“Don’t you want a bottle of water to go with that?” the cashier asked when she saw what Owen had brought to the counter. He smiled and nodded at her, walking towards the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. He had never felt this embarrassed in his entire life. Looking back at the pharmacist, an idea dawned upon him.


“Thank God,” Amelia praised as Owen entered the car with two boxes and a bottle of water, “Meredith just texted me to come pick her up.”

“Plan B, with water,” Owen said as he handed Amelia the small box and the water, “And this is also for you.”

“What’s this?” she asked, taking a larger box from him.

“Birth control,” he replied, “Because this is never happening again.”